a song—folk/acoustic/indie—key of ???
that haunts the images of children we remember, cold and dead
we named them with labels from our past, our mothers and fathers,
before they've ever swam to life they're treading the waters
it's all enough to see the world around you and around me
it's hard enough to be where you think you ought to be
when the nighttime comes to life, the moon distills our tired eyes
there's pureness inside our teeth, something soft that we despise
there's cattails above our garden walls, the kind i chewed when i was young
like if i had a banjo or a harp; something soothing i could strum
it's all enough to see the world around you and around me
it's hard enough to be where you think you ought to be
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